I don’t like poetry very much. I find it so ambiguous and vague. Though I know most of you must have gotten a gist of what I meant, the truer, deeper meaning of a poem, I believe, is locked within this ambiguity. And it opens itself up only to those for whom the poem is meant. To others it is left up to their own interpretation, and to the depth of personal connection that they manage to attain to the verse, based on their own experiences in life, whether or not their rendition matches that of the poet’s.

This was an experiment I enjoyed doing, and only because I felt so strongly about it. But I know if at all appreciated, it would make the most sense only to her.